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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Rabid Rainbows

Do you ever have those days when it feels like a bucket of contentment has just been poured over your head? Where everything is sunshine and rainbows and fluffy kitties?No?

How about those days when the bucket is full of bricks and sharp, pointy sticks? Where the fluffy kitties have rabies and are slobbering all over your clean kitchen floor and the rainbows are the result of toxic waste?

Yeah. That's the kind of day I'm having. Do you want the details? Of course you do.

It all began yesterday...

When I woke up with a migraine. I contemplated staying in bed and pretending I didn't have children. But I stumbled out of bed and somehow got Nick to the bus stop and Delaney to preschool. Or at least I think that was Nick...hmmm. I guess that would explain the police cars...

Quite honestly, yesterday was a bit of a blur. I tried to post at one point, but it just looked like the baby had been banging on the keyboard(hgjhgfuyftgdxgfhgjuuighfj), so I gave it up. I had never wished so strongly for bedtime. I considered pulling the blinds to see if I could trick the kids into thinking it was dark out and therefore, bedtime. My husband had a meeting after work and wouldn't be home, so I was on my own. Finally, mercifully, thankfully, bedtime rolled around. I managed baths and dinner without drowning anyone and everyone was snug in their beds by 8:00pm. Then Sam wouldn't sleep. And Nick kept wandering around and Delaney needed a drink of water, which she then spilled on her bed.

And then...it happened. A week into kindergarten and it struck (To the tune of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"). "Oh, sickness has come to town! It knows when you are sleeping, it know when you're awake. It doesn't care if you've been bad or good, it's snot for goodness sake..."

Why it always hits at night, I do not know. I spent the night sitting in the recliner with the baby because every time he would lay flat, he'd get stuffed up and scream. And Nick kept getting up to get Kleenex. The sun greeted me and my snot-smeared pajamas entirely too early.

5 comments:

Ok I have to say I absolutely love your posts! Your writing style is amazing as well as the way you tell tell your stories. I enjoy checking out your blog!I thought sickness only struck in my household at night. Now I question again why does it occur at night?Being tired or worse off not feeling well and having three little ones is a nightmare I know. but hold on tight and in a few days you will be seeing those rainbows and fluffy kittens again.

Thanks for the nice comments!! Days like today make you wonder why you thought parenthood was such a good idea in the first place! But, once again, it's bedtime and hopefully I won't have to sleep in the chair again all night...

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When my daughter was 2 years old, she was trying to get a screwdriver out of the drawer. I asked what she needed it for.

"To open my orange," she stated, very matter-of-factly.

It occurred to me that made an excellent allegory for my life: parenting, and living in general, with uncontrolled bipolar symptoms was indeed like opening an orange with a screwdriver. It might work, but the end result is going to be a mess.But I'm better now...Really. Ahem.

I Want you to want me, I need you to need me...

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Yes, yes I know it's "flower". A little baking pun there ...ahem. Anyway, I am a preschool teacher, writer, wife and mom of three children; 8, 9 & 12 years old. "Peeling an orange with a screwdriver" is where I go to ponder life in general. Things like parenting and marriage, kids, dealing with depression and bipolar, the angst of writer's block and the freedom of a good book. Toilet scrubbing and laundry. I might throw in a photo or two, some art, a poem.
"Sugar Weave" is strictly about cake. Always a voracious baker (and eater) of cakes, I recently fell head first into cake decorating. I made birthday cakes for my three children and people kept telling me I could charge for my creations. So I decided to give it a go.
Who knew frosting (outside the bedroom) could be so much fun?